#Reagan Ridley x reader

[bigfatbimbo]

SAW YOUR INSIDE JOB POST.. YOU KNOW WHO IM GONNA ASK FOR...

begging for dom reagan i love her

OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHG IM ALREADY WORKING ON IT BABES…

[amphibiahawks321]

[Reagan and Myc verbally arguing]

Reagan : Hold that fucking thought!

[Reagan walks away from myc and walks towards Y/N, Reagan plops her head onto his chest making Y/N happily hugs her]

Reagan : ......

Reagan : ......Okay that's enough thanks–

[Reagan immediately walks back towards myc and both starts arguing again]

Glenn : .....Why did she do that?

M!Reader : Recharging

[faithsxoxo]

hi ! i hope you’re having a good day :) could you write a reagan ridley x fem/gn reader one shot, totally up to you ! i don’t really have anything in mind so feel free to play around with it however you like, would love if it had a bunch of fluff though ! thank you sm, stay hydrated and take care of yourself <33

pairings :: reagan ridley x fem!reader (established relationship) warnings :: none note :: my girl needs WAY more wlw appreciation (i love her)

The mechanical door to Reagan's office slams open, making you flinch. The brunette storms in, clutching a pile of crumpled papers.

"Hey, Reag, you alright?" You stand from your designated spot near her desk.

"I'm fine. No big deal, just my dad screwing me over as always," She grumbles. "He's decided that my work from the past month isn't up to 'Ridley standard' so I have to redo it all."

You can see Reagan visibly crumple as she flips through the pages she spent so long on. You didn't have a clue what any of it was about, but you knew it was complicated.

"I'm sorry," You whisper as you wrap your arms around her torso.

"It's not your fault," She mumbles, leaning into your touch.

"I know. Maybe I could help?" You rest your head in the crook of her neck. "We can go home.. have a spa day.. watch a movie.. stop worrying about this bullshit."

Reagan grins softly and shakes her head. "Tempting, but I have a deadline."

With that you can see the shift in her demeanor. She frowns and pulls away from your hold, reaching for the papers once again.

"No," You grab her arm and gently pull her away. "Not happening. We're going home if you like it or not."

"But-"

"No. I suddenly came on with an illness because I spent too long in the genetics department, and you came to take care of me. No buts," You link her arm with yours and lead her to the door.

"Twenty four hours, no work. Got it?" You give Reagan a stern look.

She shakes her head with a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah. Got it."

Barely twenty minutes later, Reagan is sitting cross legged in front of you.

"Ugh, it's cold," She winces as you apply the face mask.

"Its hydrating. Alright, pick out a movie. I'm gonna go check on the popcorn," You finish with a peck on the lips, before skipping off to the kitchen of your small apartment. She had only moved in with you a few months prior, for your one year anniversary. Reagan had been desperate to escape from living with her dad any longer.

You take a moment to admire her while shes distracted. Reagan in her full beauty, splayed out on your cream couch. Her face is painted green, yet in your eyes she's still the pinacle of perfection. You take note of how relaxed she looks compared to the tense bundle of nerves she had been previously.

"Are you going to get the popcorn or are you going to keep ogling me?" Reagan calls across the room.

"I dont know, ogling seems pretty tempting," You grin back.

She rolls her eyes with a small huff, but you can see the corners of her lips turning up slightly. You swiftly grab the popcorn and return to your place on the couch.

"Hey," She grins softly at you as you curl into her side.

"Hey. What movie did you pick out?"

"Space Jam."

"Ugh, seriously?" You shake your head and giggle.

"What?" Reagan protests. "It's a good movie!"

"Suuuure. You gonna bring out your old prom dress with it?" You tease.

She smacks you on the arm playfully.

"It would be an honor to see me in that dress, I don't think you deserve it."

"Oh, right, after I've spent all this time giving you a spa day this is how you treat me," You cross your arms and begin to pull away.

"Maybe I'll just go eat popcorn by myself."

Reagan pulls you back towards her, wrapping her arms around your midsection.

"Too late, you're stuck with me," She announces, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You sigh, leaning back into her.

"I guess I can live with that."

Reagan turns on the movie as you snuggle into her. With the dim light of the TV, both of you eventually drift off in eachothers arms, finally in complete peace.

[sin-sidejob]

C O N T A C T I N G …

…Doctor Reagan Ridley

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| Dr. Reagan Ridley Masterlist / main masterlist

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Fanfics / Ficlets

Halloween

₊˚.༄ afab / NSFW / length: ??? / mad scientist reagan

Oral Preferences

₊˚.༄ afab / NSFW / how she likes to eat you out

Sub!Reagan

₊˚.༄ gn/ NSFW / you let her take a break

National Girlfriend's Day

₊˚.༄ gn + afab / NSFW / you let reagan be a pillow princess

Drabbles

₊˚. Valentine’s

₊˚. New Years

₊˚. Body worship

Headcanons

༄ you flash your tits in an argument

༄ what she watches

༄ fancast for Reagan

༄ giving head

༄ touch sensitivity

༄ her preference for your nails

༄ NSFW headcanons

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STEP RIGHT IN

… THE DOCTOR WILL SEE YOU NOW

[tokosparrow]

haiiaisii :3 hope youre doing okay! could u write a reagan ridley x fem! reader who works as an assassin for jr? thank you and have a nice dayyy!!!!

a/n: haiiihaii :DD i’m doing great since finals are coming up!! i hope you’re doing great also anon >:)!!

extra info!: reader is fem coded :D!!

> falling for jr’s personal lady assassin wasn’t on reagan’s bucket list, yet it seemed reagan couldn’t really get herself out of random relationship situations.

> but yet you weren’t really what she was expecting from a assassin, you were a bit too cheery.

> yet she still somehow fell for little miss lady assassin may her heart stay overwhelmed

> whenever she finds out you have mission, she tends to try to somewhat help you out or begs you to take her with you (this is an excuse to get away from the gang for a little while)

> maybe she makes a small modification to your gun, so she could help you get better aim like you didn’t already, but she wants to make sure her pookie does good LOL

> but whenever you come from a mission she would ask who you happened to kill on jr’s command, having something to have an conversation about so she wouldn’t burst her heart out.

> when you two soon establish a relationship, she so smitten with you, there’s not a couple minutes where she doesn’t give you a small compliment under her breath.

> “god…you’re so cool” “what was that reagan?” “oh nothing!”

i hope you enjoyed this anon :DD!! have a good day, noon, or night!!

[sleeplessdreamer14]

Reagan, Brett, and Ron w/ a friend who’s scared of the dentist

fandom: inside job

warnings: mentions of dentaphobia, medicinal drugs, dental work, etc.

a/n: I just randomly started writing this like a half hour before I got two fillings

Reagan

to some degree, she totally gets it, the dentist is not fun

she had some dental issues as a kid, so she’s been there

if you have an appointment for anything other than a cleaning, she can tell just by looking at you

I’m not sure if she’ll go into the room with you, but she’ll definitely be there for you when it’s all done

if it’s an extraction and you were given a lot of painkillers, she’ll watch over you until it wears off, making sure your back and head are elevated when you go to sleep

Brett

I can see Brett being the kind of guy who’s very meticulous about taking good care of his teeth

mostly because he probably also dreads needing dental work

if you need the emotional support, Brett’s your guy

first of all he’ll make sure you don’t psych yourself out too badly

And will be right there with you (if it doesn’t get in the way of anything)

he’ll let you near crush his hand if you need to until it’s all over

reminding you that it’s going to be okay, and it’ll be done before you know it

if you’re still dizzy from the numbing meds the dentist gave you, he’ll put on something relaxing for you like an animal documentary

Ron

I think Ron would be relatively okay with going to the dentist, but it’s not exactly something he looks forward to

when he finds about about your phobia, he doesn’t totally get it at first, but he can tell how much it freaks you out

to a point, he understands. especially if you’ve had some not-so-great experiences w/ it in the past

one time he stayed with you while you got a filling, and that was probably the most relaxed you’ve ever been in the office

if it was something big and you were really drugged up for it, he’ll probably record you while you’re dizzy

[bookiezzz]

it is 12:54 at night. i am awake. wide awake. wide awake searching for reagan ridley fanart.

[gummyfang]

♡♡♡ |   ˗ˏˋ Reagan Ridley Affection Analysis  ´ˎ˗

➳【 Ｒｅａｇａｎ　Ｒｉｄｌｅｙ　ｘ　Ｒｅａｄｅｒ 】

❧ Notes: 𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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Affection analysis is something I did on another account. In these, I go into some more detail on a character’s love languages, some hugging headcanons and some kissing headcanons. 

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤

In terms of receiving, Reagan’s preferred love language is Words of Affirmation.

Reagan is fairly open about the fact she’s received little praise or recognition for her accomplishments. To say giving her praise does something to her is the understatement of the fucking century.

She doesn’t even necessarily need to be coddled or bombarded with pet names. But if you notice she did something small to help out, like finally oil your door that has been squeaking so much, or replace that tool you’d lost for a week now, thank her. Even just the acknowledgment will put her on the spot (in a good way).

When it comes to giving, Reagan tends to default to Acts of Service and Gifts. 

This is arguably the only love language that comes to her very easily and without effort. Her mind is very solution-oriented and this translates into her relationships. It can definitely translate to her being overly practical in the relationship, though (think something in the direction of her genetic match device).

She won’t fix your dishwasher though, no. 

Girl’s more likely to invent insane shit to solve incredibly mundane issues. So think more along the lines of a massive device that will fix your dishwasher for you. 

Try not to make her overly reliant on her usefulness, though. Reagan has a tendency to go overboard when it comes to linking her self-worth to her accomplishments and usefulness, and it might cause unnecessary stress on the both of you down the line. 

Quality Time is a close second for both giving and receiving, but Reagan isn’t necessarily all that picky about the quality. One on one time is highly appreciated, but being kind of a couch potato when it comes to relaxing herself, it’s not like she’d demand phoneless deep conversations (she wouldn’t want to, anyways). Lazy activities where you two get to snort at embarrassing photos of your coworkers works just fine.

ℍ𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘

After the hectic events of the Reptoid gala, it’s not exactly a secret that hugging does not come naturally to Reagan. Having only received very harsh and empty forms of physical affections during her childhood, as well as some sensory issues, means that hugging as a form of affection does not tend to be her default.

However, this doesn’t mean hugging is an alien concept to Reagan. In fact, it’s not even something she’s necessarily repulsed by. There’s just mainly a few conditions that need to be met.

For one, it definitely needs to be someone she has a closer personal connection with. Her hugs with Rand are stiff and uncomfortable, but she’s been shown to hug her business family (Brett specifically) just fine.

Secondly, Reagan tends to be a lot more comfortable with physical affection if she’s the one initiating it. For a long time, this is the only way she can actually enjoy hugs. Until she is fully comfortable with you, she prefers to be the one who decides when she wants a hug. This will gradually change overtime, but hugs will probably never really be her favorite.

Cuddling is something she might be a little more privy to. Not necessarily her favorite either, but it’s something she understands the appeal of far more.

Especially while watching one of your shows, if you snug up against her she’ll contently throw an arm over your shoulders. Maybe even a little kiss on top of your head.

𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘

Now this is something more up her alley. 

Kissing is something Reagan is very comfortable and familiar with. This type of intimacy she’s gotten to practice plenty of times before, so it’s something she feels more confident in when it comes to her abilities.

She absolutely loves placing her hands anywhere while kissing you.

In deeper kisses, her hands will be roaming over your back as she pulls you in closer, fists tugging at the fabric of your clothes.

In smaller kisses, she will still find a way to hold onto something. Whether that be through cupping your cheek, hooking her pinkie finger around yours, or gently letting her fingers brush against your thigh.

As your relationship progresses into more romantic territory, however, Reagan does need to slowly acclimate to the different kind of intimacy that comes with it. She was so used to quick flings that that was the only kind of kisses she ever really bothered to remember.

Still, Reagan likes experimentation. Her experimental kisses are mostly gentle to feel for a reaction, and are thus very sweet.

Overall, a very good kisser. As skilled with her lips as she is with her tongue.

[amphibiahawks321]

[TEXTING]

Reagan :

Y/N I need to sleep we've been texting for a whole 2 hours now...

M!Reader :

Oh come on! Just 10 more minutes 🥺

Reagan :

You said that an hour ago and also I'm gonna meet you again tomorrow at work anyway

M!Reader :

Point taken..

Reagan :

Night Y/N

M!Reader :

Night Reagan! Love you my roboticist!♥️♥️♥️

[TEXTING ENDED]

Reagan :

[riddleymethis]

do you think we could maybe have the Gang’s reactions to the reader coming into work after having spontaneously cut their previously longer hair the night before? I swear I’m one listen to brother by kodaline away from doing it

please, and thank you

STOPP THIS IS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT BC IVE DONE THIS BEFORE multiple times.

yes I absolutely can

The Gang's reaction to reader impulse cutting their hair shorter!

CW/info:Gn reader! Sfw!

Characters: Reagan, Gigi, Andre, and Brett (I'm sorry Myc and Glenn lovers idk how to write them at ALL)

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

Brett:

- barely questions it tbh?

- not that he doesn't have any questions, he's just more concerned about how you're feeling rather than how your hair looks

- LISTENNN he's been friends with so many people in college and high-school. Most of there reactions to an emotional break down was cutting their hair or dying it impulsively

- After you reassure him you're doing fine and that it was just a spur of the moment thing, he's just very supportive! Says it looks very good on you!!

- even offers to help you style it bc he 100% owns like 15 tubs if hair gel

Reagan:

- Tries really hard to mind her own business and not be rude by asking but you can just. Feel her staring at your hair every 5 seconds

- "If you're gonna ask, just ask."

- "what the fuck happened to your hair?"

- YOU EXPLAIN IT WAS A SPUR OF THE MOMENT THING OK???

- YOU WERE LISTENING TO MUSIC. YOU WERE IN YOUR FEELING AND U JUST KINDA. Snip snip yknow?

- she honestly can't judge you because she's pretty sure she's done the same thing when she was drunk before

- gives you a shitty little comb and tells u to at least try and brush down the uneven ends so it looks normal and offered to take you to her place after work

- she's not a professional or anything, but she can do something basic to make it look good. (Like have u seen her hair in the wedding episode... it's so cute)

Gigi:

- the moment she sees you she's like "OH MY GOD NOOO😭"

- You worry she doesn't like that it's short. She assures you it's not the fact that it's short, it's the fact that you impulse cut it in the messiest way possible

- drops everything she is doing to give you the cutest make over ever.

- actually makes you feel even more confident than before about your new appearance??

- she tells you next time you want to cut your hair to TELL HER and she will always find a way to make it work. She wants you to be happy!♡

Andre:

- ok be real he probably cares the least bc his hair care routine is just like. The generic shampoo and conditioner and wash. No styling or anything

- so if you walked in missing like half your hair from the lower half bc you cut off he'd just be like "!! Nice cut!"

- might just impulsively walk up to you and start petting your hair without saying anything. He just wants to see how it feels

- HONESTLY... I rlly can't see him having a big reaction. He just. Does not care and would support it

[ben-pincus]

Hiii! Can I request for Reagan Ridley having a sassy girlfriend and also works in Incognito as a chemist. Thank you!

-you are giving twitter insults left right and center

-you also have fights with people that insult reagan or put her down in any way shape or form

-she loves u for it

-she might even give u awkward kisses

-"you didnt have to do all that.."

"reagan, i have to, plus, its fun!!"

-you also may or may not give the people who keep insulting her the wrong medication

-it's bad, and you know it

-"___, what did I say about giving them the wrong medication..?"

"..not to do it."

"..and what did you do?"

"I gave them the wrong medication- LISTEN, LISTEN-"

-she was kinda scared of you at first because she's kinda sensitive to what people say to her

-but you never gave out to her or back talked her??

-she was in love

-especially when you stood up for her for the first time

-she was heart eyes

-HEART EYES

-she loves you so much, because you genuinely care for her and for your own way of showing it (by standing up for her when she cant) <33

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im sorry if this was bad aaaaaaaaa :sob:

[myc-ology-whore]

She'll Be Okay, Pt. 2

Reagan Ridley x GN!Reader

Read Pt. 1

So it's been several months since I posted the first part of this, and I apologise for that. I'm not quite as practiced as I was since it's been a while since I've written for this show, but I just binged all eighteen episodes to get me back into it, so hopefully I've at least kept things relatively accurate to the show.

As a refresher: (Y/n), Reagan's S/O, never got along with Rand. When Rand stole Reagan's position as CEO right out from under her, (Y/n) decided to take matters into their own hands, and now they've been detained at Cognito.

Thanks for your support!! <3

Reagan's sneakers slammed on the tiles with force as she ran toward Cognito's Underground Law Enforcement facility. It hadn't taken more than fifteen minutes after your arrest for word to spread around the company that the newly installed CEO had been murdered. Though it wasn't something anybody was particularly upset about, it was still startling to know that someone had just been killed in the building. Even if it wasn't, people love to talk; word was bound to get out at some point. However, not everyone knew who the killer was.

Sweat was beginning to bead on Reagan's brow as she turned a corner, rushing toward the elevators despite the aches in her calves from overuse. Gigi had heard of the shooting first out of your friend group, and she was quick to run to everyone else's offices to let them know. You were the only one missing, nowhere to be found, and unless this was some disturbing coincidence, they all could only think of one place you could be. Without thinking, Reagan had run off ahead of the group, though they weren't far behind; she heard their panting breaths and pounding footsteps just down the hall as she clicked the elevator button furiously, right on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"Come on, come on, fuck! How are we one of the most advanced companies in the world, yet we can't get a fucking update on the lower level lifts?!" She slammed her fists against the metal doors, willing them to open, but the elevator only responded with a quiet beep as it hit the next floor. The gang finally caught up to her, all of them but Brett doubling over and resting their hands on their knees.

"Girl, I ain't-- I ain't never seen you run like that," Gigi remarked breathlessly, her heels in her hand. Smoothing her hair out as best she could, she straightened up and rested her hands on her hips. "You even outran Mister Olympian over here!"

She gestured incredulously at Brett, who was pacing nervously a few steps away. Reagan never took her eyes off the doors, her face desperate. "We have to find (Y/n)," she fretted, her whole body clammy from anxiety and adrenaline. "We... We have to..."

"Try to keep calm, Reagan," Andre comforted, placing a hand into her shoulder. He thought about offering her something to chill her out, but thankfully pushed the thought away. "We're gonna get there soon enough, you just have to keep it together, and--"

"It's here!" Reagan cried as the elevator dinged, signalling it's arrival. She forced the doors open faster as they just barely began to slide open, pushing them with all her might and not even waiting for her friends to pile in before pushing the button for the atrium level. Everyone crowded in beside her, barely managing to make room for each other in the tiny space before the doors were closed again behind them.

"Fuck, can't this thing go any faster?" Myc was pushing himself so tightly against the walls that he might as well have been crawling up onto the ceiling. "Hey, watch where you're stepping, mutant!"

"Now, you watch your mouth," Glenn barked back, glaring so hard that it looked like his eyes might pop out. "I can't help it none if there's no space to stand in here."

"Will both of you idiots shut up?" They looked to see Gigi glaring at them over Andre's shoulder, her eye twitching as she tried to restrain herself from shoving one of them. "We're all stressed and uncomfortable in here, alright?"

They grumbled something in response, continuing to glare at one another but keeping their mouths shut as they waited. After what felt like several minutes of tense silence, the doors opened up into a maintenance hall leading to the atrium. Reagan was gone in a flash, adrenaline helping her to ignore the feeling of her legs turning to lead from lack of exercise; the rest of the gang did their best to keep pace, but only Brett managed to remain right at her side.

"Reagan, Rae-dog," he huffed, nervous laughter permeating his voice. "You don't think (Y/n) is, uh... Well, they're not in trouble, are they? I mean, serious trouble."

"We work for the fucking Shadow Government, Brett! We erase people who get too out of line!" A sob wracked her body as she ran, making her stumble, but Brett snatched up her arm before she could trip. She sniffled as they fell to a jog, her best friend not allowing her to go any faster than that. "Thanks," she mumbled, "but I'm okay. We need to keep going."

"Reagan..."

"We have to!" Brett didn't argue any further, and let her lead the way to the detainment center on the second floor in the atrium, the others slowly catching up as they hit yet another elevator. "We're almost there," Reagan wheezed, easing into the lift; her energy was starting to fade, even though her mind was still steeped in anxiety. "Just... a little further."

They reached the second floor, and after a short trek down the hall, they arrived in the detainment center. Despite a murder just having taken place, things seemed calm; a few security guards milled about behind a window, and the assistant at the desk looked as though nothing interesting had happened all day. He barely moved when Reagan and the gang burst through the doors all sweaty and exhausted, merely flicking his eyes over at them.

Reagan swiftly made her way over to the desk, and the dead-eyed clerk raised a brow at her. "Can I help you?"

"Someone was brought in here earlier," she panted, leaning heavily on the counter. "(Y/n) (L/n)? We're here to see them."

"Sorry ma'am, but I can't let you in without the proper--"

"I have clearance, asshole!" Reagan slammed her company ID down on the counter with enough force to make the clerk jump in his seat. She sighed irritably and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Sorry. This has been... a rough morning. Can we please just hurry this up?"

"Y-Yes ma'am," the clerk nodded, quickly moving to scan her card. His expression dropped with dread when something popped up on his screen, and he winced as he glanced up at her. "Uh, it says here--"

"Move, son," came a gruff voice, and another security officer appeared over the desk clerk's shoulder. He looked at the screen, then up at Reagan and the rest of the party, then sighed. "You're not supposed to be coming back here," said the guard, "but I've been talking to your friend back there. I'll let you back, but you won't have long, only a few minutes. You leave when I tell you to, understood?"

"Yes, thank you so much," Reagan agreed, nodding vigorously. "I just need to see them."

The guard left the room on the other side of the window and came to the door leading from the waiting area to the corridor connecting the entire holding wing. He held the door open and waited for everyone to pass through, then began leading the group down the hall to the cells. "My name is Grouper," the guard introduced as he walked. "I'm head of security here. I was the one who found your friend in the CEO's office."

"Is it really true?" Andre spoke up. "Did they really... kill him?"

"Mm, seemed damn proud of it, too," Grouper huffed. "Said it needed to be done. Can't say I disagree with 'em, but I wasn't gonna lose my job over it... or worse."

Reagan walked closely with the guard, at the forefront of the group. "Are they okay? Were they hurt?"

"Only one that got hurt was that asshole Rand Ridley," the guard snorted. He paused to fiddle with his keys as he reached the end of the hallway; a heavy-looking metal door was the only thing standing between (Y/n) and the group now. Reagan felt herself growing impatient as Grouper finally found the key he was looking for. She took a sharp breath as he unlocked the door, and held it unconsciously as it creaked open. "Here we are."

All the air left her lungs when (Y/n) came into view. They were sitting on a metal bench in the very first cell, eyes closed and head leaned back against the wall. Their hands were still cuffed behind their back, but otherwise, they looked completely at ease where they sat, their clothes still unmussed aside from a speckling of red across their stomach. "(Y/n)!"

. . . . .

You opened your eyes immediately upon hearing her voice, and stood as you saw her and the rest of your friends entering the room. "Reagan? Guys? What are you doing here? I didn't even know you guys could get back here!"

"Grouper let us back," Reagan blubbered, her eyes already seeping tears as you approached the bars of your cell. She pulled you tightly against them as soon as you were within reach hugging you despite your inability to hug back at the moment. "(Y/n), I was... I was so worried! How could you run off on me like that?"

"Seriously, dude," Brett agreed, coming to clap a hand on your shoulder between the bars. "We'd never have let you go if we knew you were gonna get yourself arrested!"

"Brett, I think you're the only one who didn't suspect that," said Andre, patting your arm from Reagan's other side. "Anyway, how'd you do it? There wasn't anyone around to stop you or anything?"

"Y'know, Andre," you laughed awkwardly, pressing a soft kiss to Reagan's forehead as she continued to grapple you through the bars, "I feel like this isn't the best time to talk about something like that, for several reasons."

"Still, you certainly could've been more subtle," Gigi griped. "If you'd just sat your ass down and waited for a minute, you could've brainstormed with us and not gotten yourself an express ticket to Shadow Prison X."

"I told you we shoulda just poisoned his coffee," Myc laughed. "Now look at you."

"Yes, this situation is absolutely fucking hilarious, Myc," Reagan snapped, tears streaming down her face when she finally pulled away from you to glare at the mushroom. "(Y/n) could be sent to Shadow Prison any minute now, and you're laughing? Some fucking friend you are."

"Hey, I never claimed to like any of your skanky asses," Myc sneered back, but Andre set a hand on his stem before he could go any further.

"Myc, c'mon man," hissed the scientist. "You're gonna get us kicked out of here."

"So what? I told 'em not to leave, and look where not listening to me got them..." Myc scuttled up to the bars, jabbing a flagella through to poke at your chest. "Right fucking here."

If you didn't know him better, you might snap back at him right now, but the mycelian was your friend. "I'm sorry, Myc. I did what needed to be done, though."

"Yeah, well we coulda done it together, dipshit," he grumbled, poking at you again. "Then you wouldn't've gotten caught."

"You can't know that though, buddy," you chuckled. Looking over each of your friends, you went on, "I am sorry - I would've saved some action for you guys, but I just felt the need to take the glory on this one."

"Selfish bastard," said Glenn, shaking his head. "And I was gettin' all fired up in the war room thinkin' about how we coulda taken him out..."

"I know, I know..."

"You're stupid, you know that?" You looked down at Reagan, whose hands were still fisting your button-up. "I hated Rand, you know that better than anyone, but... I still loved him. Not as much as I love you, not after what he did, but still." She closed her eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. "You really killed him..."

"Reagan," you soothed, voice soft, "you know it was for the best. He never could've run the company like you're going to. This is what you're meant for, you know. You didn't need him."

"I know that," she nods, sniffling. "He was still my dad, though."

You frowned, looking away. "I'm... sorry."

"No, no," she replied quickly, shaking her head. "You... You did right... I think? I don't know. Everything's just so confusing now."

"It's my fault."

"No, it wouldn't be so hard to know what I'm feeling if Rand wasn't such an asshole," she sighed, running a hand down her face. "I feel... relief? Guilt? Grief, of course, but... not as much as I thought I would. And... love." She looked up at you, grabbing your chin and gently turning you to face her again. "I love you, and I know you did it because you love me, too."

"Of course I do," you said, leaning your head as close to hers as you could through the bars. She leaned up to meet you, and your foreheads touched, but anything else would've been awkward - especially with your friends surrounding you. "I love you more than anything, Reagan. I'd do whatever it takes to make you happy."

"Jesus, would you can it with the mushy stuff already?" You glared over at Myc out of the corner of your eye. "This crap's making me nauseous."

"I'll just... go ahead and take him out," Andre laughed nervously. He came up to give you a friendly punch on the shoulder first, though. "You'll get out of this, man. We'll see you soon."

"I hope so," you smiled, rolling your eyes as Andre began leading the mushroom back out into the hallway. Gigi and Glenn approached too, their expressions sympathetic. "Don't look so sad, guys," you huffed, shaking your head. "You're bringing down my mood in here."

Gigi reached out to tap your cheek, a fond smile on her face. "You're just a ray of sunshine 'till the end, aren't you?" Her face falls a bit when you smile back. "I just hope things work out. It'll be a lot quieter around here if you don't make it out of this, honey."

"You stay strong, soldier," Glenn ordered from beside her, his face stern. "If you don't walk out of here on your own, we're not gonna let you go without a fight, y'hear me?"

"Loud and clear, Dolphman," you chuckled. As they turned to leave, you looked to Brett, who remained silent at Reagan's side, thoughtful. "Hey," you called softly. drawing him from within his head. "You alright, man?"

He was quiet for a moment, looking between you and Reagan, who'd buried her face in your chest again. He nodded to her, since she was looking away. "I'm just worried that... that things won't be the same again, if something happens to you. I'm trying to stay optimistic, but..."

"Things'll move on," you answered easily, resting your chin onto your girlfriend's head. It hurt you to think about it, but you knew Reagan was strong and determined. There was no way she'd fall apart just because you got 'disappeared'; you'd always been far more into her than she was into you, of that you were certain, and you liked it that way. It meant that if anything ever happened to your relationship, she'd bounce back. "I'm not so important around here that things'll stop moving forward when I'm gone. I'm just--"

"You are important," Reagan murmured into your chest, peering up at you with wet eyes. "You're the most important thing in the world to me, (Y/n), way more important than my shitty dad. I don't know what I'd do without you, I'd... I'd--"

She cut herself off with a sob, and you found your heart clenching as she wiped her tears away on her sleeves helplessly. "Reagan--"

"I can't lose you, too!" That shut you up. She sniffled and tried to catch her breath, her lips trembling as she tried to find her words. "I don't hate you for killing Rand, I don't, but he was still important to me, (Y/n). If I lose both of you in such a short span of time, I'll... I'll break."

Her cries overtook her, and you looked over her head helplessly at Brett, who looked just as lost as you did. Regardless of how well either of you knew her, Reagan didn't often cry; dealing with it wasn't easy, to say the least.

Brett set a hand on her shoulder, and let out a short sigh of relief when she didn't immediately shake him off. "Reagan, we still don't even know if they're actually going to be... taken away," he said carefully. "Just breathe for a second, take it easy."

"Reagan," you mumbled, watching as she tried to pull herself together. Guilt was starting to overwhelm you; you'd killed him for her, to prevent him from hurting her anymore, but if killing him hurt her too, then what was the point? "Reagan, I didn't mean for this... I didn't want... I just wanted to--"

Grouper cleared his throat from where he stood by the door, drawing your attention. He tapped his watch, then pointed his thumb at the camera situated in the corner of the room. You sighed, looking back down at Reagan, who'd also seen the guard's gesturing. She met your eyes, hopelessness swirling within her gaze, and your stomach twisted into a knot.

"We, uh... don't have much time left."

"No, we don't," she replied, touching your face tenderly. "Oh, (Y/n)... wasn't there some other way you could've made things better? I would've taken ice cream, you know."

You laughed abruptly at that, shaking your head. "I'll keep that in mind, next time," you snickered, ignoring the sinking feeling in your chest saying that there probably wouldn't be a next time. Reagan seemed to be hearing the same voice, her expression saddening more by the second. "Hey," you clucked, frowning at her, "I'm not going anywhere, I promise. I'll be with you no matter where I'm at."

She grimaced. "Don't talk like that," she chided. "You'll be with me here, in the office, saving the world from catastrophe together." She paused, a look of quiet determination taking over her features. "I'm not going to let you rot in here."

You raised a brow. "Is that a promise?"

Reagan grinned in return. "You can count on it."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that," Brett tittered nervously, not liking the plotting energy that was beginning to surround his friends. "I'm sure everything will work out fine. It's not like it's really an issue for the Shadow Board, right? I mean, they didn't like Rand, did they? So why would they be mad?"

"Whatever happens," Reagan said, her hands cupping your face, "I'm not leaving you behind, (Y/n)."

. . . . .

Alright folks, that's it for now. Frankly, I'm aware this isn't half as good as what I had down before, but I'm not feeling particularly inspired by this one. I liked where I left it before, truthfully, so I hope this isn't terrible. I feel like it was just a whole lot of nothing, but I just can't think anymore lol. I hope this isn't too terrible, but if it is, well, blame the writer's block.

I do have some other stuff in store that I'm more confident in, stuff that holds up to the old stuff I was writing on here. It's mostly Myc, but if you put in a request for another character, I'll see what I can do. Anyway, have a good night, y'all - I think I'm off to bed.

[teadorokiii]

i need more reagan x reader fics asap

[tokosparrow]

it is i, reagan’s babygirl again. yk that wedding episode when reagan was supposed to go to bora bora? what about hcs about reader and her going there for vacation :3

hiya there >:D!! and of course, bora bora vacation date for you dear anon >:)!

extra info : reader is gn!! so everyone’s safe ;))

> reagan was of course devastated when she didn’t get to go to bora bora after all that wedding crap, it became very obvious afterwards.

> so as an surprise you bought the two of you airplane tickets when the rare occasion she either isn’t busy or no shenanigans happens that day, it sure was a long process to get it exactly perfect.

> when you gift her the plane tickets she’s of course ecstatic, this is probably one of the rare times you’ve seen her this happy. (good job reader, keep it going!! )

> “holy shit…you got us tickets to BORA BORA?!?!” “yup :DD!” “god, your a lifesaver (Y/N)…”

> this is also one of those rare occasions where she hugs you, and you’re kinda surprised how tightly she’s hugging you.

> one of the biggest smiles is on her face as you two prepare for the vocation, she even makes the extra effort to make sure the gang doesnt act up as you two do so, especially rand, because she’s been DREAMING for this vocation, especially if you’re the one that offered it to her.

> as you two reach and get yourselves in your plane, she’s relaxed even though you guys haven’t gotten there just yet, but she’s still at the happiest she’s been.

> “i feel so good right now…” “but we haven’t even left the airport yet reagan” “still…”

> but when you two do arrive to bora bora, reagan feels like she isn’t almost herself, more relaxed and less stressed and for once not on the verge of a breakdown.

> “what a great time to be alive…thank you for this (Y/N) :)” “it’s my pleasure, reagan :D”

> happy reagan is achieved >:D!!

i hope you enjoyed this anon!! and i hope you have a good day, noon, or night!!

[vrisrezis]

How about Reagan and Gigi with assistants who try to look on the bright side when they can?

Reagan doesn’t get you like at all, kinda finds you annoying tbh. Warms up to you eventually, but she constantly tells you that you seriously need to stop with the “pointless optimism”

Gigi loves you but she can only handle so much till she tells you “your toxic positivity is seriously ridiculous” she only says it out of worry for you, is all. Anyone that optimistic scares her.

[sunsphobia]

Heyo,how u doing?

If u are taking request could you do some reagan ridley x reader angst that ends in fluff?

I'm doing good! what abt u? and yes ��� I'm not really good with angst but I hope you enjoy 🫶

reagan ridley x reader

reagan ridley x reader tw angst stuff but fluffy at the end

you and reagan both work in the shadow government, reagan has being working whole lot lately and not putting effort on your relationship, but you get it's work. but it's almost like your avoiding you. you've talked about it to brett, brett had given advice, and he's there to comfort you as much as he can.

you decide to do something about it, you couldn't stand it being ignored. you texted her saying you wanted to talk she agreed. the talk didn't end so pretty, you left with angry tears. you never wanted to look at her face again.

reagan felt guilty, she'll apologize tomorrow, but she couldn't. you decided to take a break from work, only a week. you were to hurt to go back to work. after work reagan would knock at your apartment door, hopefully you being there. you opened the door reagan push open the door and giving you kisses, and apologizing over and over again. you forgave her, plus you missed her.

you both cuddle, while watching movies, sing a few songs, and tons of hugs 🫶

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